A trying man is dying
a shadow in Suns gleery noon
fallen on his sword
supprised to be stunned
shocked in his moment he stopped
Again strummed deep
the heat of his heart
begun and begins to beat
a trust in what thrusts a heart to lust
that shows hes tough
insane to think its through
sometimes a dyeing man keeps trying
busy being born
then duty blows its horn
his torn by many thorns
so he seeks from his fathers feet
and thinks there and forever for
we can do whats not been done
we can win whats never been won
never dwell on why we would quit
for prosper to what we seek fit
not to be influenced, but to be inspired
lets all just keep trying
Rob Francis Parsons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-published-for-2012-diary/
